A Home for the Holidays: A Novel

by Taylor Hahn

knowing I’d never find the perfect urn because even though a person could, in the end, fit into a jar, no single jar could ever capture that person’s entire life.

My grandparents immediately came to my mind 💔

But when I opened the door now, the house was dark and silent. No one called, “You’re here!” or threw their arms out to greet me. No one kissed me all over my face, my shoulders, my hair. I would have given anything to feel those kisses again.

This book has described grief so perfectly

“Are you subconsciously trying to save other people because you couldn’t save him?”

This book called me out